New Shoes

Betty's first ever shoe fitting today. In light of my bunioned, corned, ingrowing toenailed, fungal infected feet - things will be different for The Poop. And now she is attempting a few steps when holding onto furniture, the time had come. So we took ourselves off to Clarks.The assistant did look slightly baffled when I presented tiny Boo and requested a fitting, so I whipped out one of my gnarled trotters. Revolted and now in urgent need of counselling, she nodded and dutifully obliged. While the assistant was gone, we sat waiting on the benches. I looked at Betty's cute little face as she studied the shop, intrigued. Then that familiar glazed expression suddenly swept her face.She went red.She grunted.Then the stench hit. Just as the unsuspecting assistant returned. Say nothing I thought.